It would seem that I have to dance by the merry strings of some mysterious puppeteer. That snake pulled me to a most peculiar tower, with a gemstone, larger than any I had seen before. The architecture was profound and proportions immense.
Note: I don't like tentacles!
I have no idea where I am. Nor do I really know the being that brought me here. She looks human, but then so do many monsters. She was cryptic and generally unhelpful; though, that was not her intention, I... I mean we... that is myself and three barbarians, for they all looked from the northern untamed regions of the Earth, were all abducted to this structure.
Though I have seen very strange things, my unwitting companions were peculiar beyond measure. A cloaked man, wearing metal plates in his skin; a curious woman accompanied by more curious animals; and a man in what looks quite an uncomfortable military uniform.
The monster that summoned us, seemed to be well intentioned, it was struggling to educate us of the situation. A language barrier between the barbarians and myself did nothing to help matters. Strange, I have never encountered, nor heard of such monsters. If this is a Titan, then maybe the centuries of confinement have allowed it develop super-human abilities in subterfuge.
It had occurred to me that I may be in Tartarus; the world was alien enough to justify it. The Monster claimed there were no Gods, as much as I would like to agree, I would expect the enemies of the Gods to not acknowledge the Gods as such beings as that. Gripped with a sense of urgency to escape, I took the hints dropped by the Monster that it could send us back and convinced it (somehow) to eject us from this hell.
If what she said was true, that Earth's fabric was damaged and until mended, it continue to be suffer from forces of great devastation and destruction, then I must find a way to mend it. Cryptic clues, like the Pegasus and Griffin are amongst the precious few hints we have to go on.
When we escaped that hell, we found ourselves in another one - via the same method of travel...
Note: I really don't like tentacles!
This one was smaller, but equally bewildering and then there was the misunderstanding with the lady, Cordelia. She thought we were an attacking force. Despite being the educated scholar of this group, the barbarians rushed in, arguing, most likely trying to convince her not to retaliate - not knowing what exactly they were saying prevented me from being able to assist; though, like the monster, she was able to understand all of us. She looked similar to that strange and unfortunate woman that was summoned with the rest of us.
The matter was eventually resolved and I'm grateful that no violence broke out. Like the monster, Cordelia seems to be trying hard to be helpful; we must look like mewing children amongst this crowd. Anyhow, we could start thinking about something else once she put her weapon down... whatever it is... the barbarians looked worried.
This place was full of strange devices and ornaments. Who would of thought that a culture would hide sweet fruit in ornaments? Why did everyone drink that foul smelling, sickly black liquid? Maybe it is a barbarian thing, I think I learned one of their words; I think they call that melted dog poo, "coffee." What by the Gods was keeping it hot? There is no stove, no fire, it makes no sense! What is this magic?
My head is
starting to spin... I'm going to sleep...
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